He demonstrates, and I try to follow. It takes several attempts, but slowly, my breathing starts to even out. The panic recedes just enough for me to think.
"That's it," he says quietly. "You're okay. I've got you."
I've got you.
The words break something open in my chest. I look up into his gorgeous eyes and see tenderness there. Concern. Something deeper that makes my breath catch for an entirely different reason.
We're both breathing hard. His hands are still on my face. His breath feels like a gentle breeze over my lips.
"Thank you," I whisper. "For tonight. For being there."
His gaze flickers to my lips. "I'll always be there."
The moment hangs suspended between us, thick with everything we haven't said, everything we've been fighting against. Without conscious thought, we lean closer to each other.
And then his mouth is on mine.
His lips are soft and demanding at the same time. His hands thread through my hair and I wrap my arms around him, running my hands up the broad expanse of his back. God, he feels so good. So solid and real and safe.
He takes control, pushing his tongue into my mouth, and I whimper at the sensation. This feels amazing—better than amazing—and I don't want it to stop. Ever.
He spins us around and slams me against the door, pressing his groin into my stomach. The pressure of his body against mine turns me wild, desperate. I lift my leg and hook it over his hip, and he responds immediately, lifting me so I can wrap both legs around his waist.
I move my hands to his neck, threading my fingers through his hair as he breaks our kiss to trail his mouth along my jaw and down my throat. The soft moans escaping me seem to spur him on, and I feel his teeth graze my collarbone.
I tighten my legs around his waist and gasp when I feel his hard cock pressing against my core through our clothes. The friction is incredible, and when he starts to rock his hips, stroking me through the fabric, my entire body comes alive.
He lifts my shirt and I help him pull it over my head. His mouth returns to my neck, then moves to my collarbone, then lower to my chest.
When he pulls my bra down and takes my nipple into his mouth, I nearly come apart. He begins to rock against me more deliberately, his hard length stroking my clit through our clothes with perfect pressure.
I run my hands through his hair and pull his head up so I can slam my mouth back to his. The kiss is desperate, hungry, full of weeks of pent-up tension and want.
He continues to rock against me, pressing harder, moving faster, and I can feel an orgasm building low in my belly.
Holy shit. I'm going to come.
He must sense how close I am because he presses my body harder between himself and the door, his movements becoming more urgent. I throw my head back and moan, feeling the climax racing toward me like a freight train.
I bring my mouth back to his, whispering "I'm gonna come" against his lips.
He licks my lips in response, and that simple touch sends me over the edge. I explode, my body convulsing as waves of pleasure crash over me. His mouth captures mine as I shatter in his arms, muffling my cries as the orgasm seems to go on forever.
He slows his pace gradually, planting soft kisses around my mouth and jaw as I struggle to catch my breath. When the last tremors fade, he puts his face in the crook of my neck and hugs me tightly.
I hug him back. Hold onto him like he's the only solid thing in a world that's falling apart. Because right now, he is.
Marco steps away from the wall and lets my legs slide to the ground. He holds me for another moment, and I can feel his heart pounding against his chest. Then he releases me, adjusting my bra with gentle hands before picking up my shirt and handing it to me.
"Marco—" I start, wanting to tell him I can take care of him too. Wanting to reach for him.
But he steps back. "You should get some rest. It's been a long night."
The distance he's putting between us feels like a physical thing. Our lust-filled haze is dissipating, and I can see the walls going back up in his eyes.
"Wait—"
"Goodnight, Elena." He turns and walks down the hallway toward the bathroom without looking back.
